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I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you.
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you.
5 The terms of our estate may not endure
Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.


I ntod iekl teh ayw hse gintca, nda its not asfe rfo me to etl his tiiynsan gte uot of nlrcoto. So gte rerpeadp. Im nesndgi uoy to dnaEgln on lidptiamoc usbseins, dna amHetl illw go twih uoy. As inkg, I antocn ikrs teh geardn he eenetrsspr as he oswrg carzeir by het ruoh.


We will ourselves provide.
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many, many bodies safe
10 That live and feed upon your majesty.


Well ktea arce of it. tIs a dcresa udyt to eporctt eth ilesv of lla hoest woh enpded on roYu ehHgnssi.


The single and peculiar life is bound
With all the strength and armor of the mind
To keep itself from noyance, but much more
That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest
15 The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone, but, like a gulf, doth draw
Whats near it with it. It is a massy wheel
Fixed on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
20 Are mortised and adjoined, which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.


veeEnoyr siret to vidao arhm, tub het bucilp igrufe dnsedam eenv more ttorinopce. ehWn a grate redeal dsie he nsoedt eid loane ubt, elik a worhploli, dasrw rhesto ihwt hmi. seH eikl a ughe heelw on teh otp of het ehsight aotnuimn shewo kpseos tocuh teh mri of net sudnthoa earlmls nwhntsgeih it lslfa donw the anutmnio, eevry ettill cobtej gseo down ithw it. vheeWner a gnik sishg, oeerevyn rgsnoa.


Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage.
25 For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.


erpreaP oryelsuf, spleae, rof shit rtip. Well tpu a lhesa on shti ergnad taths won nunnrig idlw.


We will haste us.


eWll hyrur.
NISPLUOO eetrsn.


My lord, hes going to his mothers closet.
Behind the arras Ill convey myself
To hear the process. Ill warrant shell tax him home.
And, as you said (and wisely was it said)
Tis meet that some more audience than a mother
Since nature makes them partialshould oerhear
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege.
35 Ill call upon you ere you go to bed
And tell you what I know.


My rodl, asmHlet ignog to shi tromseh rmoo. lIl ehdi ebidnh eht ttrypeas to reha ahwt hyet asy. I ebt sellh ehcw ihm uto. dAn as ouy idsa (dan oyu isad it lsweyi), tsi ogdo to ahev seoomne othre thna a tmreho nienigslt in on htme, sinec ehs nca be oot itparla to mhi. yodboeG, my lrod. Ill spot by rbeefo oyu go to ebd, dna lelt you awht veI rheda.


Thanks, dear my lord.


hsaTkn, my ader orld.
Oh, my offence is rank. It smells to heaven.
It hath the primal eldest curse upon t,
A brothers murder. Pray can I not.
40 Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursd hand
45 Were thicker than itself with brothers blood?
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And whats in prayer but this twofold force,
50 To be forestalld ere we come to fall
Or pardoned being down? Then Ill look up.
My fault is past. But oh, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn, Forgive me my foul murder?
Oh, my cemri is so etrotn it tkssin all eth yaw to vnhaee. It sah hte rakm of


In hte Bebil, iaCn saw het tirfs rmedruer, lingikl sih htrerbo in sGnseie 4:10-12.

on it, a ehorrbst uredmr. I catn yarp, huogth I awtn to ltesrydeepa. My ugtil is ntgsoerr evne ntha my stnienitno. nAd like a snpoer ihwt wto piesotop nhstig to do at enoc, I santd prlaaydze adn egnlcte ehtm hbto. So hwta if thsi cdesur nhad of inem is cdoate with my rhrobste oldbo? tsnI ehter hougen inra in aneveh to hswa it acnle as onsw? tIns htat tawh sGod meycr is orf? Adn todsne yprrea eserv heets owt euoopstrsp kepe us rmfo nninigs and to nrigb us rsesinoefgv hnew we vhae dennsi? So lIl pyra. vIe daaeyrl oceitdmmt my nis. tBu, oh, htwa kdni of preary is trhee rfo me? Drea drLo, ofvrgei me for my erhrolbi rduerm?
That cannot be, since I am still possessed
55 Of those effects for which I did the murder:
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoned and retain th offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offenses gilded hand may shove by justice,
60 And oft tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But tis not so above.
There is no shuffling. There the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
65 To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limd soul that, struggling to be free,
70 Art more engaged! Help, angels. Make assay.
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe.
All may be well. (kneels)
hatT otnw kwro, snice Im lltsi naerpig het rawsdre of hatt edrumr: my onwcr dna my uqnee. anC a ersopn be fgivenor dan lslit peke teh urfist of sih iermc? In shit dwicek olrwd, aimsiclnr nfeto kaet eth emoyn ehyt loset nda use it to yub fof het awl, svhngio cstjeui deisa. tBu not in eaevhn. Up reteh, rvyee otcnia is dgjude fro teclyax tahw its ortwh, and eerw orefcd to rncftoon uro misrce. So hwat nac I do? htWa is htere lfet to do? fferO evretwha anrnteepce I aatncth nculotd rhut. But it ctan pehl tieerh! Oh, hwta a slyuo noitstuai Im in. My tsaher as lbakc as athde. My sluo is usktc to nsi, and the moer it sgrluetsg to kerba feer, the eorm it tisksc. peHl me, lagesn! mnCo, emka an eoffrt. eBdn, rbtbunso eeksn. Syeelt raeth, be stfo as a obenwnr aebb, so I can ypra. ehpasrP iyveentghr wlli ntur otu yaok tfear all. (he lesenk)
LHMTAE teenrs.


Now might I do it pat. Now he is a-praying.
And now Ill do t. And so he goes to heaven.
And so am I revenged.That would be scanned.
A villain kills my father, and, for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
80 Oh, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought
85 Tis heavy with him. And am I then revenged


I codul do it seyial wno. seH ianprgy nwo. nAd onw Ill do it. (he wdsra otu ish sdwor) Adn trhee he egso, off to enheav. ndA httsa my ngreeev. Id ttreeb thkin auobt sith meor alfyerclu. A ivllani sillk my rtfhae, and I, my estharf ynol son, desn hsti aesm lavlnii to eeahnv. eSsme ilek I just ddi mhi a ofavr. He dlkeli my htreaf newh my rhafte was enyjgoni flie, with all ihs inss in lluf mlobo, efebor my tfarhe lcudo ptrene fro ayn of etmh. ylOn odG sonwk owh anmy snsi my hatefr has to pya rof. As rfo me, I ndto tnhik ihs ptocesprs kool so oogd.
To take him in the purging of his soul
When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
90 When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in th incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At game a-swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in t
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
95 And that his soul may be as damned and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
So is it eylalr grenvee rof me if I illk usdlaCui irgth nhwe he is iesnfosncg hsi isns, in cerfpet ocdiotinn rfo a iprt to vehena? No. aAyw, swrdo, nad twia for a tebret emtmon to lkil ihm. (he stup his owsdr ayaw) hnWe seh seenplig off seom runkedn yorg, or hagvni stscniuoeu sxe, or earniwgs hwiel he lsamegb, or mitmitgcon oesm htero cat ahtt sah no doosseng obatu tshatit when Ill ript imh up nda desn him to lleh ihtw his ehsle icginkk up at neevah. My hosmert giiawnt. Teh igskn gytinr to recu ihlsefm hiwt rrepay, utb lal hes ondig is penkgei sfleimh aelvi a eilltt eglnor.
LEMAHT esixt.


(rises) My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.


(gisnri) My wrods lfy up wardto eveahn, ubt my ogstuthh ysta dwno ereh on thear. dsrWo twotiuh othuhtsg ehibdn mteh will never emka it to vehena.